Everyone was silent, but one word woke up the dreamer.

They all reacted and were about to rush into the inner compartment. Who would have thought that as soon as they reached the door, they were shouted out by Miss Ninth with words full of excitement, surprise, fear, resentment and other strange emotions: "Everyone, stop, she is a doctor!

"

Doctor? Female doctor? Unlikely

Through the thick curtain, everyone dared to say a few words to Miss Ninth Merchant. When they saw the "female doctor" lifting the curtain without hesitation, they immediately fled away like birds and beasts in panic.

Seeing this, Shang Qingluo couldn't help but feel sad.[

She gently took her hand out of the quilt, took a look, and quickly retracted it. Those malignant sores that oozed pus made even her want to vomit, let alone others.

"Bah, bah, bah."

"Bah, bah, bah."

Shang Qingluo looked at the old god in front of him, casually dragged a chair to sit on it, and then ate the nuts wholeheartedly. He didn't take her seriously at all, and finally said unwillingly: "You..."

I uttered a word and then realized I had nothing to say.

What can I say? It’s because she broke the promise first, because she left the person alone, and because she was so conceited that she kept warning. What can I say now?

Born in a land with huge roots and influence that penetrated both the imperial court and the business world, as a ninth lady who was not valued or favored, Shang Qingluo was quite self-aware, and could even be said to be a bit inferior.

Although the poison was poisoned by Xiang Xue, Shang Qingluo couldn't take what she deserved now that she was in front of her. She had a vague premonition that she could kneel down and beg for mercy, or cry bitterly, as long as she wasn't up to par.

In exchange for the reward, this weird girl will definitely carry it out until the end.

So what does she want?

Is it money? Or power?

Uncertain for a moment, Shang Qingluo tried to negotiate: "It's my fault for breaking the agreement. Can we discuss it again?"

Xiang Xue stuffed an almond into his mouth without even moving his eyelids.

It’s so embarrassing. Shang Qingluo’s face turned red. Although it was covered by malignant sores, it wasn’t obvious.

Suddenly a clue flew by: If it were tangible reward, it could have been proposed as early as the ruined temple, and there was no need to wait until now. I would rather have an empty promise, no, "empty" means that the promise cannot be fulfilled. Now...

…

"In return for getting rid of the green clams, I promise to take you to Merchant's Fort and try to let you see the gunpowder. Then..."

He pursed his lips and made up his mind: "You save my life this time. Shang Qingluo swears here that if you ask for anything in the future, as long as I can do it, I will do my best. If you violate this oath, you will be punished by God."

Struck by lightning!"

The sound of gnawing nuts finally stopped. He smiled. His eyebrows were curved, his dimples were deep, and the visual impact of the scar on his right cheek gradually faded.

A person who pursues "maximizing interests" is satisfied.

"make a deal."[

It only took less than half an hour to detoxify. After taking the medicine and applying the medicine, the malignant sore closed at night and stopped producing pus. The scab fell off the next day, revealing smooth, white and tender skin. It was no different from before!

Surrounded by the admiring eyes of everyone, Xiang Xue and Shang Qingluo went out, mounted their horses, and galloped towards Yuguan Mountain.

At the end of spring, at ten o'clock at noon, the sun was shining brightly.

The two of them found a tea shed next to the avenue, where they could replenish their physical strength and water, and let the horses douse themselves with clean water to remove the heat and make them less likely to become manic.
Chapter completed!